Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

Something rams into him, pulling him from the wolf he was intent on killing. The world spins. Teeth reach out to try grasping whatever had sent him rolling. When he comes to a stop, a body is upon him. Something sharp makes contact with the back of his scruff. He struggles against the two weights on him, snapping and snarling. Strong jaws search for flesh. He isn't done yet. Not enough blood has been spilled. The two on him now can bleed. Grim manages to get his paws beneath him, he lunges up towards the one standing on his shoulder, aiming for a leg. They will regret interfering. This was his fight. He had wanted to test Slade and to show that he should be the one with a mark of death. Grim wants these wolves to fear him. To know that he is dangerous.